After months of writing my way through the pain, a thought suddenly hit me—I was glamorizing suicide by writing about it. At first I tried to brush it off, but anxiety got the best of me. I couldn't get over the idea that I was to blame.
And because we are all entitled to voice out our opinion, I listed the 13 reasons why I don't understand all the hate.
If anything, Amy's death is a reminder that we should continue to fight the stigma and spread awareness about mental health.
I thought about the 101 reasons to be happy, and suddenly I was not happy. I thought about all the things that could happen that could break the streak. And the mere thought of it did it.
I know, because I've been there many times before. But unlike others who gave up, I lived to tell the tale.
Depression is an illness just like how cancer is an illness. Like a fluid released from a ruptured cyst, it will permeate your brain until you can no longer take the pain. You won't know when it'll hit you and when it does, there's no escape.